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halloween poem for kid

para trás, gire para trás
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
acima dos prados ricos com milho
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
escuro-eyed
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
o prado estava rastejando
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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